You're impossible to love,
with your red tape and blue ink...

It has been drab and bony
since your leafy palms gave shade...

Sometimes the ravenous sky
licks my heart...

Inevitably I'm a mess;
with my emotions all strewn about...

So many images
can fit in a sigh...

At times your love...
with its promises of rays...

JC is a blob of a man,
he acts like a monkey...

My pen was once filled
with all the possibilities...

I am fascinated more
by distance...

I thought perhaps beauty
belonged to those girls who giggled about...

Love left my little shell again,
just to prove to me...

It seems I've misplaced
my most precious word, clarity...